With the wild wolves around you, In the morning I'll call youSend it farther on.

Solace my game, Solace my gameIt stars you.

Swing wide your crane, Swing wide your craneAnd run me through.

And the story's all over youIn the morning I'll call youCan't you find a clue whenYour eyes are all painted Sinatra blue.

What might have been lostWhat might have been lostWhat might have been lostWhat might have been lostWhat might have been lostDon't bother me.What might have been lostDon't bother meWhat might have been lostWhat might have been lost